The snow-capped peaks of distant lands
Will sparkle in the sun
As light shines down from far on high
When icy flakes are done
The wind can make that frozen dust
Fall twice in one short day
As streaming from the altitude
It makes a downward way
So while the sky is blue as sea
Still falling from above
Is powdered chill descended fast
As gusts give it a shove
But only in the certain spot
Where ready stands the ice
If not below those places though
The weather’s rather nice
Perhaps not obviously, the distant peaks being referenced in this poem were the pointed roofs of the library and other campus buildings as the wind blew the snow off the top of them.